Jurassic World The fourth Jurassic flick spent more than a decade in development hell, and at one time or another, almost everyone in Hollywood was either rumored or legitimately attached to write, direct or appear in it. Script treatments by the likes of John Sayles were said to be taking the story in exciting new directions, like having the dinos escape their island home and invade Costa Rica. (But would they recognize Cuba as a good-faith tourism partner?)
In the end, none of the original cast save B.D. Wong was brought back, and the story sounds like a true progression only if you haven't watched Jurassic I within the last week: A new hybrid creature goes on a rampage on the island of Isla Nubar, which is now home to a fully functioning dinosaur theme park. See, the rub is that it's a "fully functioning" park, a designation for which it heretofore qualified only in the eyes of us the viewing audience and every semi-important character on the screen. Hey, there were people who thought Futureworld would be a bold extension of Westworld. For five minutes. Until their secretary came in and admitted that she'd mixed up their lunchtime drug order again.
In the director's chair is Colin Trevorrow, whose only previous feature, Safety Not Guaranteed, netted him an Independent Spirit Award for Best First Film. Trevorrow was "hand-picked" for the Jurassic gig by exec producer Steven Spielberg, which means Captain Nuke-the-Fridge probably called every shot behind the scenes like he did on other movies he didn't but did direct, like the original Poltergeist.
At press time, scientists were expressing dismay with what they had seen in the film's trailers, declaring that the dinos they depict fail to incorporate recent discoveries about our prehistoric pals, and actually represent a step backward from what Spielberg showed us 22 years ago. Meanwhile, Trevorrow has already announced he won't be back for any potential sequels. Maybe Tobe Hooper has an open spot on his Google Calendar? (PG-13)